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Bobbie Bachelor Dec 2014
I stand on the scale
I look at the number

I'm fat
I way over 140lbs

What am I doing wrong?
I barely eat anything

She steps off the scale
Walks over to the counter
And opens the cupboard

Peanut butter

She untwists the twisty ties
Grabs two pieces of white bread
Places them in the toaster slots
Pulls down the lever
For ten seconds
Pulls it up
Pulls it down
Waits ten more seconds
Pulls it up
Takes it out
Spreads the peanutty butter across the crisp edges

Starts eating it
Nom nom nom

Her dog moves close to the counter
And begs

She walks away
Drops a few crumbs
And the dog eats it up

And follows her into the living room
And looks up

Nom nom nom nom

She just looks at the dog
Puts her bare foot against his nose
Which is cold

And the dog doesn't even move
Sticks his tongue outside his mouth
And breathes quickly

Stupid

She puts her foot back down
And moves it against the rug a few times

Then walks into the kitchen
And opens a bag
Of salt and vinegar chips

Starts eating them
Nom nom nom nom

Dog catches the crumbs and slides against the kitchen floor
She walks back upstairs
And the dog follows her
To her room

She shuts the door
And the dog starts scratching through the bottom
And barks

She just lays in her bed
Eating
The dog barks again

She opens the door
And pushes him
With her right foot
Down the stairs

He tumbles down the stairs and hits the kitchen floor
He races back up
Gets pushed back down
Dog runs away

She walks towards the bathroom
And uses the other scale

And she sees that it says 141 lbs

I've only been eating for a few minutes

Errrr

She closes the bag of chips
And stomps downstairs
And places the bag on the counter

Dog waits in the living room
Right next to the kitchen

His food bowl is empty
No water
Mark Sep 2018
Remember me in spring when blossom's blush
and petals flair a - light in morning mists
that'll haze a rainbow hue - of flowered plush
to portrait mine as every bud untwists.

Upon the birding bath as robins splay
the warbling chirp shall voice as tho' from me
for you my sweet, in springtime bloom of may
shall hear the larking flute of my decree.

The dancing leaves shall tap and Ivy's birth
and Snowdrop's bow as daisy eyes unveils
as fragrant, olive air shall scent of mirth
that once were lost, now shrines as spring prevails.

Vernal rebloom shall stream that pulse of mine
then seek that earthly glow, and there I'll shine.
Marie-Niege Apr 2014
If you're wondering how a
pretzel untwists its self,
it is not by the curls of a lover's
tongue—
nor by the might
of its self
but by the spine of a poet's
meek hands,
unlacing and
embracing
it's curves
and lines.
Happy Poetry Month
James Rives Apr 2019
A water bottle perched
on a desk, cluttered
with papers. Old writing,
portfolios of work half-forgotten.
A hand grips the bottle,
untwists the cap,
sips. Right now,
her words
are her only friend.
Terry Collett Dec 2014
Soft toffee
in wrappers
in a bag
in my hand

just take one

Ingrid looks
at the bag
then at me

they are yours

I can share
no problem
I tell her

she takes one
and untwists
the wrapper
on the sweet
takes it out
and eats it

I watch her
her slightly
protruding
teeth bite through
soft toffee
quite easy

I eat mine
put the bag
of toffees
in my coat

my uncle
gives me sweets
she tells me
if I’m good
and do things

I study
her brown hair
pinned with grips
her brown eyes
looking sad

do what things?
I ask her

she looks down
at her shoes

I can't say
Uncle says
it's secret
between us

the uncle
visits her
at weekends
her old man's
big brother

gormless ***
Jimmy says
who's seen him
in the Square

why secret?
I inquire

cross my heart
hope to die
she replies

wonder why?
AN 8 YEAR OLD BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1950S
TerryD'ArcyRyan Apr 2018
the lonely plight  
of a dissident man

a single lucent light fueled in the night
so flows pontification and foresight

the crowd it incites
a mass devoted to their leaders spite

the light of one
the spark of another

forming the glow
of a stagnant umbra

this path of no resistance
is the wicked path at our insistence

it Juggles through the past
navigates the lost

untwists the fray
it is the sound that will not settle

a growl of medal
a clink and a rattle

the sound of chain
that engraves a pain

the gun on your temple with a pulled trigger
rush of blood in you ears, fear simple fear

a stab with a twist of knifed redemption
the next stick leads to your suffocation

now you understand how easily we shatter
our disappearance so final a matter

gods spell is knocking
loyal, dead and forgiving

the answer is a doorbell
unfeigned by heaven or hell

we abide times insight
waiting for a green light

a moment of enchantment
one final choice to exit

the one last chance
destined for happenstance  

as the rattlesnake stance
warns and demands  

ruling their charmer
into an alliance

the masses expand
for the malice at hand

arousing a jump in the fire
as the mob grows ******

alarming numbers
fall in shoulder to shoulder

follow the flock
a parade in sync

the fall of one
the march of another

until we no longer struggle


Terry D’ArcyRyan
Universe Poems Sep 2022
Puffs of poetry smoke
that evoke and don't choke
The hold of emotions,
can be strong,
or a feeling that turns,
your inside to wrong
Know this
Poetry untwists,
a spine of words
Vertebrae bones stacked
Spinal column,
it is not sombre and solemn
A disc that absorbs the pressure
The gel a cushion well
Stop the bones rubbing,
and let the words,
feel like soft feathers,
and not emotion leathers
Extensor muscle stand up
Now lift the objects and emotions
Standing straight with clear devotions,
and now regulated emotions

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

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